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If we’d gone in there just to kill them, I’d have been all right. A slash-and-burn operation was my style lately. Every time we approached the vamps on their own territory by their own rules, we got hurt. I realized suddenly how much I did not want to walk into that place and negotiate with the monsters. I wanted to press a gun under Colin’s chin and pull the trigger. I wanted done with it. I did not want to walk in there and give him power over me through some ancient rules of hospitality among the terminally anemic.

Damian came gliding through the trees. He was dressed in the standard uniform of black leather pants so tight you knew that nothing else was under them but vampire. But he was wearing a black silk T-shirt with a scooped neck. It looked almost like a woman’s shirt. His shoulder-length hair helped the illusion of feminity, but the chest and shoulders that peeked out of the shirt ruined the effect: masculine, definitely masculine.

Jason was wearing an almost identical outfit, except the shirt and pants were satin. Though the knee-high boots were identical. For the first time, I realized that Jason was broader through the shoulders than Damian. Had that just happened recently? I looked from the werewolf to the vampire and shook my head. They grow up so fast.

What I said out loud was, “You guys look like backup singers for a Gothic band.”

“Everyone’s waiting for you,” Damian said.

I realized that I still didn’t want to go. I felt Jason shake his head. “No,” he said.

“You’re afraid,” Damian said.

Jason nodded. I frowned. Jason and I were both usually braver than this, no matter what nasty things were in the next room—or the next clearing, as the case may be.

“What’s up, Damian? What’s happening?”

“I told you what Colin was.”

“You called him a night hag. He can feed off fear. Was that supposed to be a clue?” I asked.

“He can also cause fear in others,” Damian said.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax my hold on Jason’s arm. He kept his death grip. “That makes sense,” I said. “They can always guarantee a meal that way, right?”

Damian nodded. “But he also enjoys it. Fear is like a drug to a night hag. My old master said it was better than blood, because she could walk through a world of fear. If she desired it, she could move through a world that trembled, ever so slightly, at her passing.”

“And that’s what Colin is doing tonight?” I said.

Jason dropped his hand from my arm. He stayed close enough that our arms brushed, but we weren’t huddling in the dark like rabbits.

“I can usually tell when a vamp is doing mind stuff on me. He’s good.”

“This is different from the other master-level powers, Anita. My first master said it was like breathing to a human, something you did without thinking about it. She could intensify it, but she could never really stop it. A low level dread surrounded her at all times.”

“Was she scary in bed?” Jason asked. I think he meant it as a joke.

The look on Damian’s face even by moonlight wasn’t funny. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, she was.” He looked at me, and there was an intensity in his face that I didn’t like. He actually reached out to me, then let his hand drop.

He finally said, “Some of the masters can feed off of other things, not just fear.”

“What else?” I asked.

Asher breathed through my mind, and he must have done the same to Damian, because we both jumped. His voice came like a whisper in a nearby room, almost as if it was sound without words. “Hurry.”

There was no more talk. We hurried.

The lantern light shone through the trees like small, yellow moons. Damian glided through that last line of trees into the clearing. I didn’t glide. I stumbled over the outer edge of the clearing. There was a power circle in this land so old and walked so often that it was like a curtain waiting to be drawn around the lupanar. It would take almost no power to bring whatever was here alive.

When I quit seeing with that inner vision and looked out into the clearing, I stopped walking. I just stood and stared. Jason stood and stared